MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 73'S
Mrs Fatima and Mr. Ibrahim welcomed Enek with pleasure.
“Of course Enek is allowed to stay at home,” said Mr. Ibrahim without thinking long. Surely Enek had a big role during Faisal with him, to the extent that Faisal invited him and gave him a decent life.
Faisal's gaze circled around. Something is missing.
“Zalfa where?” I asked without knowing who was asked.
Faisal's question made everyone look around. Zalfa's gone.
The expression on Ms. Fatima's face turned unfriendly as the name Zalfa was mentioned amid the warmth that had just been created.
They decided to go home.
Faisal threw his body in bed. Her hair was a little wet because it had just been shampooed. Wearing a blue shirt with black pants and the smell of soap, he looks fresher. Eyes closed. Re-recorded in his head the incident that almost took his life at that time.
That night, Faisal was driving a car, a man named Doni by his side. Faisal grabbed the phone and put the earphones into the ear. Calling Zalfa. He and the girl chatted, but Faisal's words were interrupted when the connection from across was dead. “Kok, killed?” lirih Faisal and remove the earphones from the ear.
Yes, Faisal will call again later because now he must focus on arranging the car that is now entering the ship. He and Doni got out after the car parked sweetly, then walked up through the stairs.
Slowly the ship left the port.
Faisal and Doni walked down the hallway. Then entering the spacious room, they sat on one of the chairs between the seats that lined up neatly, the chairs in front were already filled by many people. The atmosphere in the place was boisterous, crowded with families who were busy taking care of the children. There is almost nothing to hear. Children cry, mothers talk, Fathers scold a crying child. I don't know... The television hanging in front aired the news of a plane that crashed and sank in the sea.
“A abandoned family can,” Doni comments with the view of watching the television. Although the voice of the broadcaster is not clearly heard due to the crowd around, but the image displayed on the screen looks alarming. “If this ship sinks, how many lives will be lost?”
“You love to talk,” says Faisal.
“Once entering the ship, immediately reflected in my head, what if the ship sank? Must have died all.”
“Faisal Faisal, that age is set by God. Even if actually dead, where can be evaded again.”
“I don't hear what you said.”
Doni laughs. He knew Faisal was lazy to discuss the theme as discussed. Faisal left the chair and walked out of the room. Doni followed.
Faisal enjoyed the strong wind that slapped his face, his hair fluttering. He and Doni stood by the side of the ship with both hands holding the fence. Their bodies were noticeably swaying along with the movements of the ship above the ocean waves. Faisal stared at the undulating water left behind. For a moment his head felt dizzy, he shook his head for a moment.
“You seasick?” ask Doni.
Faisal nodded.
“Trus why your face shoots?” ask Doni again.
Faisal smiled.
“I know you never ride a ginian. Which you often want to fly.”
“Tangkringin? What chicken?”
“Ha haaaa..”.
Faisal bobbles head. While he was enjoying the waves of the sea that increasingly made his head pulsate, suddenly the ship shook, making the entire contents of the ship shake, goods fell to the floor accompanied by screams in all directions. Faisal held the fence with a firm grip.
TB